Drabble #1
For Deb, who requested Wildly Inappropriate!Naoto, meme is over here, you know the drill by now, right? XD
BY THE WAY, I'LL HAVE YOU KNOW THIS WASN'T EASY.
Ky Kiske surveyed the inside of the newly-finished (non-demonic) church with almost paternal pride. The process had been long and exhausting, with all of them putting forth all of their effort to complete it, but he could honestly say it was worth every drop of sweat (and every roll of the eyes his roommates had done around him).
This pride lasted only as long as it took for Naoto to step inside and as long as it took for Ky to realize she was peeling off her shirt.
"N-Naoto!" Most embarrassingly, his voice cracked, but it served to get her attention. "Wh-- what-- that's hardly appropriate!"
Naoto gave him her typical stare, one eyebrow raised. "What, is knocking required now?"
Ky sputtered. "That's-- that's not what I'm referring to! Surely you see a problem with this?"
"Not really."
"This is a church, a holy house of God!!"
"And it's the perfect place to do this."
"What?!" Was she intoxicated? She had to be! There was no logical reason behind her actions, and-- despite her stubbornness in certain situations-- Naoto had proved herself to be reasonable time and time again.
But now she had chosen to ignore him and continued to roll up her shirt. The higher it slid, the redder the policeman turned, until he could stand it no longer and reached out to snag her hand."Naoto," he said very seriously, blue eyes fixed on her face. "I must ask that you refrain from removing your shirt here." In front of me, was the unspoken continuation. "I would rather not have you mortified by your actions once you have regained control of your senses."
Naoto sighed, just as composed as ever... if not a little annoyed. Moving the hand he still held, she grasped her shirt once more and pulled it up to reveal...
... blood.
Ky's forming rebuke died instantly, and he stared down at the wound on her chest. "N-Naoto... what on Earth--?!"
"It was a fight and my scar opened, which is all you need to know." She shook her head at him, and it was then that he noticed that she was paler than usual, and there was a tightness to her features that hadn't been there earlier. "And we keep a supply of bandages in the back, so I figured I'd just take care of this before I went back to the cave."
And the bloodloss had lowered her inhibitions about removing her shirt in front of him. It all made sense now.
"... I understand," Ky said at last, concern now audible in his voice. "Please sit down, Naoto, and I will assist you." He studied the injury critically, then sighed under his breath. "We may have to completely remove your shirt..."
"Right, then!" A cheerful voice suddenly said out of nowhere. "Let's get back to the cave and leave them alone, Kougaiji."
"...."
"......"
Both of them turned to face the doorway, where Harry and Kougaiji stood.
"............"
"....................."
"Uh--" Kougaiji awkwardly tried to break the silence. "We're sorry to interrupt--"
"How ironic that it'd be in a church," Harry murmured under his breath.
"It's an injury, so stop thinking what you'd better not be thinking!"
It was a memorable opening for the new church, if nothing else.
... :DDDDDD
BY THE WAY, I'LL HAVE YOU KNOW THIS WASN'T EASY.
Ky Kiske surveyed the inside of the newly-finished (non-demonic) church with almost paternal pride. The process had been long and exhausting, with all of them putting forth all of their effort to complete it, but he could honestly say it was worth every drop of sweat (and every roll of the eyes his roommates had done around him).
This pride lasted only as long as it took for Naoto to step inside and as long as it took for Ky to realize she was peeling off her shirt.
"N-Naoto!" Most embarrassingly, his voice cracked, but it served to get her attention. "Wh-- what-- that's hardly appropriate!"
Naoto gave him her typical stare, one eyebrow raised. "What, is knocking required now?"
Ky sputtered. "That's-- that's not what I'm referring to! Surely you see a problem with this?"
"Not really."
"This is a church, a holy house of God!!"
"And it's the perfect place to do this."
"What?!" Was she intoxicated? She had to be! There was no logical reason behind her actions, and-- despite her stubbornness in certain situations-- Naoto had proved herself to be reasonable time and time again.
But now she had chosen to ignore him and continued to roll up her shirt. The higher it slid, the redder the policeman turned, until he could stand it no longer and reached out to snag her hand."Naoto," he said very seriously, blue eyes fixed on her face. "I must ask that you refrain from removing your shirt here." In front of me, was the unspoken continuation. "I would rather not have you mortified by your actions once you have regained control of your senses."
Naoto sighed, just as composed as ever... if not a little annoyed. Moving the hand he still held, she grasped her shirt once more and pulled it up to reveal...
... blood.
Ky's forming rebuke died instantly, and he stared down at the wound on her chest. "N-Naoto... what on Earth--?!"
"It was a fight and my scar opened, which is all you need to know." She shook her head at him, and it was then that he noticed that she was paler than usual, and there was a tightness to her features that hadn't been there earlier. "And we keep a supply of bandages in the back, so I figured I'd just take care of this before I went back to the cave."
And the bloodloss had lowered her inhibitions about removing her shirt in front of him. It all made sense now.
"... I understand," Ky said at last, concern now audible in his voice. "Please sit down, Naoto, and I will assist you." He studied the injury critically, then sighed under his breath. "We may have to completely remove your shirt..."
"Right, then!" A cheerful voice suddenly said out of nowhere. "Let's get back to the cave and leave them alone, Kougaiji."
"...."
"......"
Both of them turned to face the doorway, where Harry and Kougaiji stood.
"............"
"....................."
"Uh--" Kougaiji awkwardly tried to break the silence. "We're sorry to interrupt--"
"How ironic that it'd be in a church," Harry murmured under his breath.
"It's an injury, so stop thinking what you'd better not be thinking!"
It was a memorable opening for the new church, if nothing else.
... :DDDDDD